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Ling Yan wanted to send Su Xian home that day, but Su Xian felt that there was still a gap in the "Boaikang" incident, so he decided not to go back, and asked Marsh to unload her at the door of a small hotel, saying that he wanted to investigate for a few more days.Ling Yan returned to the capital that night, and after taking a five-day vacation, he communicated with Ms. He for a while, hurriedly handing over the work that had been postponed.

At noon the next day, he received a message from Su Xian, saying that there was a stench in Baishui Port at night, and that there was a pink fog that persisted this morning, and it was suspected that the pollution from the offshore pharmaceutical factory had leaked.

Ling Yan frowned. He knew that the pharmaceutical factory "Boai Pharmaceutical" was established by Boqi during his term of office.

Then he casually swiped Su Xian's social media users. Sure enough, since this morning, she has used her personal media as a public platform, constantly updating the details of the suspected marine pollution in Baishui Port. The short articles are written like news flashes, one every ten minutes , Now it has attracted the attention of some people and forwarded it.

Ling Yan's head was getting bigger.

Sometimes when encountering such emergencies, it can be seen that he is an official committed to solving the incident, not a reporter who is afraid of chaos.

Pungent smell, pink fog, these are all very subjective judgments. He is not saying that Su Xian is exaggerating, but the environmental protection department has not yet carried out air environmental quality testing, so he can only ask her not to jump to conclusions to mislead and incite the public.

Su Xian refused to accept it, and said, "A pharmaceutical factory should be established in a non-urban agglomeration area. There are strict regulations on the construction site, but I just used satellite images to measure the distance and found that the shortest straight-line distance from the residential area is only 300 meters. Now there is a problem with pollution. , but who approved the note when it was established?"

Aging industrial areas, impoverished industrial areas, the Ministry of Environmental Protection, and health and quarantine prevention and control are not areas Ling Yan is very familiar with.

In fact, Ling Yan knew that Su Xian had good intentions, but sometimes the truth was so, he couldn't bear it.He is very clear that each generation has its destiny, and the inevitable price of industrial production is pollution.

Lou Kun estimated that he was also at his wits end. He said that he had received complaints from the masses and had already inquired about it half an hour ago. The local responsible person said that the leak was caused by the aging and falling off of the hose. The leak was not much, and emergency prevention was very comprehensive. He is already making good plans and preparations, so he doesn't have to worry.

Ling Yan's heart also fell to the ground.

Tell Su Xian not to worry, the higher government is responsible for this matter.Su Xian also knew that Ling Yan had difficulties in all directions, so he sent all the data collected early this morning, the pollution source information determined by satellite images, sensors, and monitoring instruments, and the simple pollution detection information to Ling Yan, saying that he also hoped to do his best. Power.

Afterwards, Su Xian stayed in Baishui Port for a day. She probably felt relieved when she saw that the local government personnel came to inspect the arrangements.

Ling Yan was busy with a series of matters in the prime minister's pre-election campaign in the capital, and he was overwhelmed for several days. He managed to make it to Friday, and immediately shut down his computer on time, put away the documents for next week, got up, dressed, and left work.

He was exhausted, and he wanted to go back and have a good sleep.

It's just that Ling Yan didn't expect anyone at home.

When he entered the room, he saw several pieces of artworks that were half disassembled on the ground, and there was a huge thing lying on the ground, which looked like paintings, and it was still wrapped in kraft paper and had not been disassembled.Not many people have iris fingerprints to unlock this house, he was surprised, wondering if Boqi took another photo and sent it to him?

He went upstairs, entered the master bedroom, moved his ears, and heard a sound in the bathroom.

Mottled figures were printed on the glass door, and he was overjoyed, and immediately opened the glass door.

I saw the person who was supposed to be in District XXI come back, stepped on the shiny black bathtub, and stood under the shower head to flush the water.

The bathroom was steaming, Qi Siming pressed one hand on the wall, his tall and straight body was as graceful as a leopard on the African grassland, the bright water hit his broad shoulders and waist, and slid down along his undulating muscle texture. .

Probably because the sound of the water was too loud, Qi Siming didn't notice him until Ling Yan opened the door, he turned his head through the blurred water curtain, at that glance, Ling Yan's blood surged up instantly, his throat was dry from his mouth to his heart .

The phalaenopsis scent of the shower gel was so sweet that Ling Yan began to undress while standing in front of the bathroom door, but he was too hasty, as soon as he took off the cuff buttons and tie of his coat, he couldn't help but strode in.

According to Qi Siming's words, Ling Yan looked at him like a cat that had been wandering for too long, and when he finally saw him, he jumped up without hesitation.Qi Siming actually didn't expect Ling Yan to come back so early. He caught the body that was rushing towards him, and he didn't care that the shower would drench his expensive suit. Grab the back of his neck and kiss him.

Ling Yan's white shirt was completely soaked, and it stuck to his body as thin as a cicada's wing.With his back facing Qi Siming, his back was folded, his waist was slumped, his shoulders stretched out like butterfly wings, and under the almost transparent fabric, the line of vertebrae undulated like a clear mountain ridge in spring.

When the two of them get through the initial stagnation and thrust again, the feeling is simply wonderful.

The bottom of Ling Yan had been completely knocked away by Qi Siming, and when he pushed it further, there was an obvious sound of water pounding inside. Qi Siming frowned and held Ling Yan's thin waist, pushing in hard every time, and then exiting smoothly .

The sex was frenzied and lingering, and Ling Yan was obviously very emotional. His two nipples were sticking out of the fabric, as hard as a stone, but after dozens of strokes, his whole body couldn't help but go limp.

"Look at how you look now."

Qi Siming had no choice but to wrap his arms around his chest, cross his neck with him, and lock him in his hot arms. His sex penis was stuffed into Ling Yan's body like a wedge, grinding and squeezing him constantly.

Intense love, cruel tenderness, when he was about to climax, Ling Yan couldn't help crying.

He has always been reserved, and the muffled snort that he occasionally leaked in the past was particularly erotic, but that day he was really pushed to the limit, and felt that there were fine and dense needles piercing into his body inside, which stimulated him so much that he couldn't help but cried.

One sound is mournful and dense, and the other is hearty, full of indescribable pain and joy.

When the clouds gathered and the rain cleared, Ling Yan had completely lost his strength.

He lay in Qi Siming's arms and let him bathe him. When he asked him something, he just answered a few words lazily.He was already exhausted, Qi Siming thought they would come here just once today, and said that he would make him his favorite steamed eggs with shrimp later.

Ling Yan didn't have much appetite for food, so he remembered something, patted Qi Siming, and asked if he brought the food downstairs?

"My mother gave it to you." Qi Siming said.

I don't know if Qi Siming's unintentional scrubbing made Ling Yan excited again. Qi Siming dried his hair and was about to go out, but Ling Yan leaned over again.Qi Siming didn't understand what he meant at first, but Ling Yan crawled down in front of him.

In the pure black bathtub, Ling Yan was like a female leopard in the animal world courting the opposite sex, quietly turning his back to him, but implying to urge him to come in.

It was more than an hour when the two of them finally came out of the bathtub.

Ling Yan's fingertips were wrinkled white from the blisters, and his knees hurt from kneeling. Wrapped in a bathrobe, he lay on the bed to calm his breath. He lay there for more than 20 minutes, and he didn't go downstairs until he regained some strength.Qi Siming cooks in the kitchen, and the smart kitchen cooperates with him. In addition to steaming eggs, there are also steamed pork ribs, boiled geoduck, stuffed tofu, and the cooperation of one person and one AI makes it very hot.

Ling Yan may not be in good health recently, and his appetite is particularly poor.

He wanted to say not to do so much, he was afraid that he would not be able to eat, but he was afraid of ruining Qi Siming's interest, so he didn't say anything.

After that, he went to the living room to unpack the works of art. When he unpacked the particularly large painting, he didn't expect it to be the "Invitation to Spring" that Xia Chuncao helped send to the exhibition.Probably because they talked about this work, Xia Chuncao thought he liked it, so she gave up.

Qi Siming scooped up a spoonful of custard for him to taste, and Ling Yan said to be careful, lest he lose his hand and spill the soup and ruin the work of art.It's just that Qi Siming doesn't understand art, and he's not interested in researching it. He just wanted to let him have a meal, so he just walked by. He took a look, and suddenly said to Ling Yan, "This is very similar to the tattoo on your back."

Involuntarily, Ling Yan's pupils shrank slightly.

He discussed this pattern with Xia Chuncao.I was in the exhibition hall at that time, standing in front of this gigantic work.

Xia Chuncao asked him did you see anything?

Ling Yan looked at its name "Spring's Invitation", and replied very honestly at that time, saying that he didn't understand it, but he was shocked.

Mysterious totem, asymmetrical design, a lot of white space.When he looked at it, he could hear the inspiration of this photograph, but he couldn't tell what it was that inspired him. He just thought that this photographer must have a soul-stirring soul to shoot such a shocking work.Later, Xia Chuncao told him that the photographer had an accident. This was his first work after four years of silence, and she bought it last year.

"Probably because of the great change in the soul, it looks different from ordinary people." She also asked him, "What do you think this pattern looks like?"

He replied, "Like the alien symbol in the old movie "Arrival."

She questioned, "But it has an extra piece in the lower right corner."

Ling Yan took it for granted, "There are cracks in everything."

At that time, Qi Siming didn't know where he came from, and suddenly answered: "It's all because of being full."

Then his attention was distracted.It's just that Qi Siming didn't look closely behind the two of them at the time, and when he came over, he just told them that he was leaving first, and told them to go home early and be careful.

Ling Yan frowned, he had never thought of this pattern as a broken tattoo on his back.

Then he started to search in other boxes, everything is fine, copyright signature book, photographer-related introduction, as long as he can know who this person is, sure enough, he finally saw the author's name on an attached note. Name, a familiar name.

Qi Siming came over to look, without thinking too much, "Well, Meng Shichang...that's a good name."

Ling Yan's heart skipped a beat, and it was only at this moment that he realized: "The invitation of spring", it turns out that this photo is not about Desolate's expectation for a new life, but a love poem.Meng Shichang found a lost building, and used dense fog and a lens to give it a mysterious beauty, but just like Qi Siming's name he tattooed back then, to express his thoughts.

And the original sentence of that poem is so sad that it makes people despair.

The original sentence is: the invitation of spring, everything agrees.Can't say, only my love.